Boo and I were in the Wreck Room. We were doing a 3-D puzzle. Let me rephrase that. I was doing the 3-D puzzle and he was running around me like a retriever puppy. He said he was going to get himself a snack. I was slackin', so I asked him to bring me one, too.
Cabinets slam. Doors close. Bowls clatter. The woosh of the fridge door. Microwave bleeps.
A snack for his oma:
Oatmeal, a glass of soy milk, a spoon and a napkin on a tray.